don't martyr yourself -
you’ll find her, and peace again...

imminent like the blossoming of night-jasmines,
my tongue is ripe with music, my heart pulsates...

how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like...

passively assertive – you exercise restraint in...
but the music between you and i are limited by...

can you calm the cold winds that howl
your name in the dark of night – when...

kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended...

i yearn
you like the light...

slip my heart peace, i beg of you –
draw the karman line between us...

swirl the moonlight in your wine glass,
and tell me if it’s as bitter as it looks...

the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...

a voice borne of everything but light;
you are the impetus to my fragmenting...

forsaken –
the light has abandoned us all...